I am a first-generation American, born in Atlanta, Georgia and raised in the 1970s and 80s, within a blend of three cultures. 
Along the way, I went to Roman Catholic schools where in addition to basic catechism, I learned important things like…
"If you don’t discipline yourself, someone else probably will."
"Jesus probably never interrupted anyone mid-sentence, so learn to wait your turn."
"Haste makes waste”.  (Thank you Sister Mary Ellen)
Though I’ve lived in Atlanta all my life, I’ve travelled to different cities and countries every year since I was a toddler. I’ve always harbored a clandestine lust for an artistic, gypsy, wayward life, but was too practical to every go through with it. I also spent decades never believing I could express myself artistically.
I came to terms with my love for making photographs, but I have been writing much longer. I won a few creative writing awards in school, majored in foreign language literature, got a Master’s Degree in linguistics. Then for no good reason, I took a fast left turn in 1998 away from language teaching into technology. 
I suppose the innate curiosity that drove me to pull apart transistor radios at the age of eight was repurposed into a love for tech, media, photography and visual arts…but it would be over a decade until I could really touch that love for arts.
Since then, I’ve honed my skills at creating photographs, taken lots of classes, won a few meager recognitions, started my own street photography group, built a darkroom in my home, have had my prints in a couple of gallery showings, been in a couple of festivals, got a few photos published in magazines and have had a lot of ups and downs with my process.
I’ve learned the beauty and pain of sitting meditation and other methods of mindfulness practice. Reconnecting with my immigrant roots, I cultivated a deeper love for quality food. I adopted two awesome dogs who are waiting for me on the other side. 
I’ve met some interesting people along the way. I have cultivated the finest of friendships, learned some hard lessons and ultimately, have had much success in finding myself, but I’m still getting to know her. 
However, nothing has affected and changed me more as a person as a photographer than the time I spent as primary caregiver for my mother before she died in December of 2018. 
I feel compelled to share how my creative pursuits got me to this place. I use my images here on this site as a way of communicating what I continue to learn.
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